Scar Tissue Crusade

The cold wind drags the dust across the floor And shadows gather

right outside my door

I feel the weight of every word we broke

Now static

rises from the ashes of the smoke It claws its way back

from the grave The price of everything we couldn't save

Drag me under, throw me to the flame

I will survive the bleeding of your name No more running,

nothing left to lose This is the path of fire that I

choose

The mirror cracks but shows the same old scar

I know exactly who and what we are

A quiet war inside a hollow chest

I never wanted to become your honored guest

It claws its way back from the grave The price of everything

we couldn't

save

Drag me under, throw me to the flame

I will survive the bleeding of your name

No more running, nothing left to lose This is the path of

fire that I choose

Let the walls collapse

Let the dark take hold

No looking back

Into the cold

Drag me under, throw me to the flame

I will survive the bleeding of your name No more running,

nothing left to lose This is the path of fire that I

choose Yeah, I choose!

(ahhhh) Into the cold...